The antique living room featured two sets of mahogany sofas, and there was only one cup of tea on the coffee table, which Ren Li had brewed for Li Xiaoyao. As for the Ren Family elders, they sat without tea, expected to brew their own if they desired any.
Seeing this, Li Xiaoyao understood clearly.
That was the kind of person Ren Li was; in many ways, his character was quite similar to Li Xiaoyao's.
One to remember both kindness and grudges, vengeful for every slight.
Such a person, once they possessed the power to change their own destiny, would surely take their revenge on everyone who had ever humiliated them.
"Ren Li, watch the tea."
"Yes, Master." Ren Li went to brew the tea, and before long, he placed three more cups on the coffee table.
The three elders chortled their thanks, but their deep-seated rage did not escape Li Xiaoyao's notice.
The trio didn't touch the tea, engaging instead in idle chit-chat.
